Wrong Ointment For Our Wounds…
I have found when I am wounded that my natural reaction is to become stronger. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?
Like a wild animal, when we are pushed in a corner, we can fight, and come up swinging. Rather than running towards the only true Strength, we turn inward.
The result almost always is sleepless nights, frustration, insecurity, and relational distancing from God and sometimes people that we care about.
Like an untreated or mistreated flesh wound, it demands more and more of our attention. And as we continue to apply the wrong ointments of self-pity, self-righteousness, and justice onto the wound, rather than healing, the wound becomes inflamed and more infected!
As I sit and reflect on my Healer, I am overwhelmed with gratitude that He doesn’t leave me where I am. He is ready and eager to heal my wounds. He is there with ointment, if only I will open the medicine cabinet. (James 1:5-6)
